"My name is Hu Ya, I'm 16 years old, and I'm from Daxingzhuang." A tall girl spoke first.
Yi Yami nodded. She saw that she ate the fastest and most fiercely, just like her name.
"My name is Xiaozao... I'm 15 years old and I'm from Lanmiao Village," a weak girl next to him spoke.
"My name is Xiaodi, I'm 17 years old, and I have no home..." said a girl standing by the side.
"I'm Fangcao, 14 years old, from Zihua Village," said a girl with a chubby face.
"Hongju, 15 years old, from Zihua Village," another girl with a face that looked a bit like a melon seed spoke.
Yi Yami nodded, and then was surprised to find out, "Are you two from the same village?"
Fangcao and Hongju nodded, "She and I are good friends. I was lost, and then she came to find me, and then she was lost too." Hongju, who had a slightly oval face, spoke, and Fangcao scratched her head embarrassedly.
Yi Yami thought the two of them were a little cute.
"What about you? What's your name?" Yiyami asked the last girl.
The girl nervously pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "My name is Wanfu... Dudu... I'm from Dujia Village... I... I'm... 18 years old..."
Yi Yami understood that this person was a little nervous, but also seemed to be a little stuttering.
Xiaodi patted her hands and signaled her not to be so nervous.
Wanfu looked at her gratefully.
"Are you a family? Come over and introduce yourselves." Yiyami called to the four people sitting on the other side.
The four people then slowly walked over, and Yi Yami felt a little dazed when she saw them.
"I'm the eldest, Qian Fugui, 15 years old," one of the older boys introduced himself.
"I'm the second child, Qian Duoduo, 13 years old," the second boy spoke.
"I'm the third child, Qian Manxiang, 11 years old," the third boy said.
"I'm the fourth girl, Qian Xiangxiang, 9 years old." The fourth little girl blinked her bright eyes and looked at Yi Yami.
"Where are your parents?" Yiyami asked in confusion.
It would have been fine if Yi Yami didn't mention it, but as soon as she mentioned these four Mumu people, she burst into tears instantly. It wasn't the kind of crying that was roaring, but she just cried quietly while watching her.
Old Lady Yi and He Huaizhu, several women who had children, could not bear to see this and came forward to comfort them.
Yi Yami waved her hands and said, "Alright, alright, if you don't want to talk about it, let's not talk about it anymore..."
After Mrs. Yi and the others had finished comforting them, the eldest son, Qian Fugui, said with red eyes, "During the war, the Sars people killed our parents. Our parents hid us in the cellar, so we were saved. We fled all the way here... Later... we met that Baihe Jing... He tricked us into working for him, saying that we would have food to eat and clothes to wear... But when we got there, we found out it was a human trafficking den... No one wanted to buy us, so we were left behind..."
Yi Yami reached out and patted him to comfort him.
"Okay, okay, everyone relax. The sufferings of the past are over. Now, welcome to the Yi family!" Yi Yami tried to make everyone relax and said in a happy tone.
"Here, you just need to complete the tasks I assign to you and cooperate with the work of the store. Don't think about anything else. Any bad things in the past, things you don't want to recall, just let them turn into a fart and slip away from our pants, that's all!" Yiyami also made a joke.
"I promise that you will eat whatever the family members eat and wear whatever the family members wear. Now you are the same as our family members!" Yiyami looked at them sincerely.
After Yi Yami finished speaking, several people who had been holding back for a long time finally burst into tears.
Passersby curiously peeked in, but when they saw nothing, they scratched their heads and muttered to themselves, "Strange, why are there so many cries in Yiji? What happened?"
Yi Yami did not stop her, but found that Xiaodi was not crying, and she tried to comfort others.
Yi Yami was surprised and was thinking about when to go talk to Xiaodi.
Yi Yami waited until they had cried enough before letting them go wash up. There were two separate toilets in the yard, two for women and one for men.
Yi Yami prepared new clothes for them. When Yao Wenyuan came in the morning, she asked someone to go to the cloth shop to buy the corresponding clothes.
All the old clothes they took off were burned.
Everyone looked at the blazing flames and felt as if they were reborn from the ashes.
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